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Blood, Sex, Crimson

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Everything that matters about me can be found in the writing. But for those who want something more concrete: I am forty-seven, male, and live near DC and Baltimore. I've been practicing domination in one form or another since I was sixteen. D'jaevle is the voice for the wolf under the skin; the predator I tap into when bringing my prey to ground; the hunger that tells me when I need to hunt. The calm before the storm and the thunder that scares the children. This story is as much his as it is mine.

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Day: August 11, 2019

the way you bruise

you were a dream I had
more light than thought
more thought than real
more real than waking

you were a dream I had
and you were
poised
placed
positioned

and you

pleaded
promised

part
ed

to
invite
me
in

Posted on August 11, 2019August 11, 2019Categories Crimson Writ, Poetry
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